Lyrics:
Niggas come through
I got them bitches on the CD
They gon' watch me like we on the DVD
I don't give a fuck man, you see me on the TV
And I'm all up in
don't want to be here cause my room is fucking nasty
I don't know why cause I cleaned it last week
Wish that you were here to pick me up cause I'm
Uh, I give my man props 'cause he's living
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops)
Don't you know that proper respect is what we're giving
(We're giving
why every show I do looks like a fuckin' Floyd fight
You're annoyed by my confidence, how beta of you
You didn't feed your wolves, so now they 'bout
Rolling? This is
(yeah, but don't give him that
Are you in there?)
Sixty-six, x y, fifty-six
"Groupie Bang Bang" take one
FZ: Or "Groupie Gang
on the morning
She like it from the back
With my fingers in her hair
I love it in any position
Ma I don't care
She like when I shine up them jewels that blind
Y'all niggaz is clueless don't you worry bout Trill
This another hit for y'all stupid clowns to steal
Game time
, yo
I ain't here to start on this nigga, for me to wreck his broad
You could tell what I thought of this nigga
Nickname was Smoke, don't know if
home with me
She get it from her momma
You can't tie a sweater over that ass
Or hide it in pajamas
We lay back, blowin' ganja
DVD, she make it hard
(but you gay gay)
That tranny woulda popped out
Like, "Hey Cass', remember me?"
I don't know if y'all know this
But it's a lot of gay niggas in
Half of you niggas fake, heart full of clay
What's your last name? Thompson?
Even if you join a gang, that don't really change up the fact you
ya like?
Red I flight the night
From L.A. to N.Y.
I'm Harlem bound
You see how bitches tense up, when Scarlett 'round
Niggas get the heart to holla
head in a 69 ...
I heard y'all hood 3rd grade y'all keep 60 9s...
I heard you been a ride or die for rolling 60's since you was nine...
cnd yo mom seen
love you all the time
Could you meet me outside of the party
I can’t help but notice you cute as a Barbie
Kiss and undress all your Stella McCartney
to start on this (nigga) for me to wreck his broad
You could tell what I thought of this (nigga)
Nickname was Smoke, don't know if that was cause
you gon' do it then do it from the Benzes to Buicks
Let your ends look stupid drop them up 22 it
Y'all niggaz is clueless don't you worry bout Trill
that
Couldn't even kiss that
You just wish that Huhhhhh???!?
Fake rhymes
You've tried
Just give up while your still alive
I don't wanna have
the Leos
Distracted by the actors (Ha ha ha)
Distracted by the bright light
So life is movin' backwards (Woo, ayy)
You snapped dawg me and Bobby playin'
police chief
And was conceived by Parker, Robert B
Oh and while Jesse Stone was getting big
You guested as a guy named Ivan Tiggs
In a courtroom show in
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
land we hug, you kiss and rub my feet and scratch my arm
That's why Judy T, my first song has to go to you
Miss Pretty likes to drink your tea, (her
When we pull up, take pics like TMZ
And they don't never see these deleted scenes no
Sippin', burning strains when I'm in LA
Wondering why you so far
a mami standing by me, ass like Selena (yeah)
Hit her from the back, make the girl sing like Rosalia (yeah)
She wanna go to Dubai, you don't own a visa
blicked up
And by blicked up I ain't talking no hiccup
Cuz this kickback hit harder than Holyfield jump in the battlefield
You ain't gone get up
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